Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 191: Book 2 - Chapter 24

My body abruptly jerks back, and I groan in pain, “Aughhh!”

I look at my heart where a fucking arrow hit. The unmistakable scent of wolfsbane hits my nostrils as soon as I pull out the arrow, “Fuck!”

I squeeze my eyes shut and blink several times to try not to get dizzy.

When a werewolf is hit with wolfsbane, he immediately loses all contact with his wolf before fainting.

However, Tyra is too strong to feel the effects of the poison. My fucking red wolf is so strong that she doesn’t lose communication with me, and she can still shift even with a high dose.

I know this because Letum, Dana, and I tested it years ago.

However, she is not totally immune. When she is hit with considerable doses, she loses her healing powers momentarily. Besides, it takes me a while to shift, but our communication is not affected. Thank fuck for that.

I drop the arrow on the ground, and my hand goes to the wound it made; it wasn’t that big, but it was enough to enter the entire part of the arrow that had the poison.

My vision is a little blurry. I try to look where Prince is.

I should have stayed by his side! I’m far away! Very far away!

Goddess, help me!

My Prince tries to come towards me in a hurry, I feel his terror when he sees me, even with my eyes blurred, I can see his beautiful blue eyes more concerned than ever.

I hit my knees on the ground because I couldn’t support the weight of my body. I still have one hand holding my wound, it’s taking longer than usual for the wound to heal.

“No, Nox!” I scream at him to go back to where he was, they are going to attack me. He needs to stay away and protected!

However, that’s not what happens. Even though I’m closer to the filthy rogues that appear right before me, they all go toward Nox and attack him at the same time.

They don’t shift. They probably think they are strong enough to stop Nox with no need to shift. They are completely right.

I hear the sound of one of them punching Nox in the face, making his body turn abruptly in the direction of the punch. The other ones waste no time and start attacking him, too.

“Let go of him!” I scream or try to scream because just a muffled sound comes out.

Nox doesn’t defend himself. He doesn’t attack anyone, he’s too innocent for that. He’s so helpless! He doesn’t know how to fight or attack anyone, fuck! I stand up abruptly, drawing strength from my hatred to rescue my Prince.

He falls to the ground, weakened. His face is covered in blood, and the rogues continue to beat him without stopping.

“I thought we would have more confrontation,” one of them mocks as he kicks Nox in the ribs with a loud kick noise.

The rogues are dressed in ordinary but old clothes. However, their rotten smell doesn’t just come from the fact that they are rogues but also from their clothes. In addition to being able to see, I can smell old blood on their clothes.

How can they live with this rotten smell? I think they are so used to it that it doesn’t even matter anymore.

One of them, the tallest of the group of eight, sees me approaching and stops me from getting close to Nox in the middle of the path, throwing me against a tree trunk.

“We just want him! If you don’t cooperate, I will want you, too,” he smiles sinisterly, looking at my body.

I growl at him, even though I’m trying to catch my breath, “Let him go!” my head hurts from the blow.

I go up to him and punch him as hard as I can in my physical state. Blood gushes from his nose immediately, and he looks at me furiously.

“You shouldn’t have done that, bitch!” he snarls.

He has a huge scar on his forehead, which makes him look more grotesque. “It’s to match your forehead!” I mock him, and he looks at me with even more hatred.

His foot kicks me so hard that I can’t breathe for a moment. I stagger back against the tree trunk with a gasping breath.

He turns his back on me and goes back to Nox, where the others are beating him mercilessly.

‘Move! They’re going to kill him!’ Tyra growls in my mind.

Nox is on the ground, his body curled into a fetal position. He doesn’t let out another sound of pain because he’s too injured to do that, and yet, they don’t stop hitting him. His black clothes are covered in blood, his hair is messy, and one of his arms is so crooked that I’m sure it’s broken.

I concentrate on hearing his heartbeat. Fucking hell! It’s so weak!

He can’t die! How will I live without him?

My despair is greater than any fucking wolfsbane, I can’t shift to Tyra yet, but I charge towards the fucker who attacked me. He turns to me with an evil smile, ready to give me another kick, but he finds something else coming.

My left hand goes straight to grip his neck firmly, and my right hand punches him so hard that I know he saw stars.

He’s tall, but so am I. I’m sure if I didn’t have wolfsbane running in my blood, I would have killed him without needing Tyra.

He falls to the ground unconscious, and I half smirk. Pathetic!

My gaze goes to my Prince, the other rogues turn to me and stop hitting him, “Fucking bitch!” one of them screams when they see their friend on the ground.

Another one of them kicks Nox in the stomach, making his limp body fall backward, and he ends up on his back with his arms open on the ground. From this angle, I can see how hurt he is.

*“Motherfucker! No one touches my Prince!”*

I don’t have a second thought and force shifting. And then, Tyra appears in front of them with fury in her eyes.

Her claws itch to pierce their throats. Her fangs are ready to taste the metallic taste of their blood.

As always, they are first impressed by Tyra’s enormous size and radiant red fur before having any reaction.

I take advantage of their stupor, and she bites the neck of the first one. She jumps without difficulty, tearing it apart without difficulty.

However, when I turn to the remaining six rogues, they shift, and now their stinky wolves run towards me all at once.

For a moment, I panic. Fuck! I don’t know if I’ll be able to kill them all. I’m still weak because of wolsfbane, besides there are many of them!

Their fur color is similar, they are all mixed colors - white, gray, black, and brown - however, while some stand out as brown, others stand out as gray. Perfect for camouflaging in the forest.

None of them are bigger than Tyra, but they are not small wolves either.

They all reach us at the same time, and Tyra attacks them with everything she has.

Her claws pierce as soon as she touches a furry surface, and her fangs bite into any part of the rogues that come close to her mouth. She moves violently to prevent them from digging their claws into her or biting her neck.

Even though she severely injures wherever she reaches, the number of wolves around us is too much. They suffocate her with biting and tearing nails that she eventually stops attacking and just tries to defend herself.

She managed to rip out one of the rogues that was close to her fangs, but the others did not suffer the same fate. They are still alive and attacking her just like they attacked Nox.

My desperation increases to see my red wolf suffering, ‘Tyra!’ I scream in her mind.

We’re still weak, I shouldn’t have forced the shift so soon!

Fuck, I shouldn’t even have revealed that I’m a red wolf. There are many against one, and I knew I would end up losing! But there was no way I could let them kill my Price. I couldn’t live without him!

As they continue attacking Tyra, her gaze goes to Nox in a small opening that allows her to see him as the rogues move their bodies to attack her cruelly.

His eyes are closed, and his heart is so weak that I can barely hear the beat.

We are in this situation again because of me!

I hear Tyra whimpering with the claws of the rogues tearing her tail.

If Nox were a werewolf, he would have already been healed, but he isn’t. And he’s going to end up dying because I have no way to heal him right now, fuck, I don’t even have a way to get out from under these motherfuckers.

Just when I thought they would stop hurting me, three guys appeared, dressed in similar clothes to theirs. Their stench is the same. More rogues. Fuck my life.

That’s it, I’m going to die here!

Some of the wolves around me stop attacking me, but others continue to hurt me.

“Well, well, well! Look what we have here! He chose to withhold this little information,” one of the guys who arrived sing-song as he says and grins evilly from ear to ear. “Norman, go straight to our Bloodmoon pack contact,” he looks at Tyra, who has several wolves on top of her, pinning her to the ground. “Talk to them that we found the fucking red wolf they were looking for!”

That Norman guy doesn’t even bother to respond and shift before sprinting in the direction they came from.

I get scared and desperate as soon as I understand what the fucker is going to do! They’re going to hand me over to the Bloodmoon pack! I can’t let that happen! I don’t want to be their slave!

Tyra becomes more violent and uses all her strength to get the fuckers off her. Despite them twitching, they remain firmly in position, even though she manages to kill one of them in the process.

“They are looking for a red wolf, but they didn't say if it was dead or alive,” the rogue who commanded Norman as an errand boy says.

This fucker doesn’t even know that Tyra has healing powers. Good. I’m not going to reveal this to him.

When four more rogues arrive, Tyra despairs. Her neck violently moves from side to side to get out from under them.

All seven rogues that arrived shifted to try to control her.

I feel the pain before I hear Tyra’s howl of pain.

One or two of them bite her neck.

‘TYRA!’ I cry at her.

‘Sorry, human, I tried—’

Tyra can’t stay in her form and shifts into my human form.

My naked body on the firm, bloody ground makes the rogues get off me.

When I thought they would stop the attack, I realized that their bloodlust was more significant as they approached me to deliver the final blow.

There are so many of them!

I try to look at Nox, who isn’t that far away from me, but because I can’t touch him, it feels like we’re a lake of blood away from each other.

His eyes are closed. He is as hurt as I am. Then, he opens his beautiful eyes, and he turns his head to look at me, and when his eyes hover over my limp body on the ground, he widens his eyes.

I close my eyes. I can’t look at him. His smell of fear is too much for me.

I share this same fear of losing him.

When I open my eyes again, I’m already expecting the motherfuckers' brutal final blow, but the attack doesn’t happen.

The rogues are all paralyzed in the middle of the attack with the strong pressure of an Alpha aura.

Fuck! I have never felt an aura as strong and powerful as this!

I hear a growl, and my eyes go straight to the owner of the thunderous noise.

In front of me is a huge cream, golden wolf bigger than Tyra with such a fierce and penetrating gaze, looking at the rogues around me. I am as paralyzed as the fuckers are.

Is that *Nox*?

My eyes widen in awe, I don’t need to choose him as my chosen mate because—

Tyra and I whimper in pain but rejoice as together we say, “MATE!”